Its as the title says, I've had these thoughts brewing in my mind for a while now and decided its time I vent them....in style
I hope I didn't offend anybody - If I did, please accept my humble apologies
A soul whose hands was not graced with talent A soul whose flesh was not cultured with beauty A soul whose mind was plagued with turmoil A soul whose life was unblessth with affection By grace of Etro, may her gates be opened wide to greet this wandering soul To cast aside the body and be born anew Or to lose the heart and to be born renewed Both in past have had been his wish if twere only possible in a world so dim Once an artist, now a blank canvas Once a musician, now untuned What was once a dream, now shattered fragments each unable to recall what they were once before May the Fayth pray for his release 20 years gone
twice hath he tried to return to the mother First time fell when the rope did not hold Second time thwarted when the blood failed to drain Pray to the father in hopes that he may hear the pain "On Thrice, O lord Wilt thou grant me a miracle?" Wilt thou perform me a sending, a hymm of fayth may this unsent soul traverse the open skies above Like a bird free of chains and find peace forevermore as a memory enshrined as a crystal at the edges of the Farplane His anger relinquished, His sadness heard His hatred satisfied, His despair dispersed All in all, a doll was left in the end
of flesh and blood, and no drive to live
His memories fabricated, his flame extinguished as each day flashes by, he only thinks to himself: "My Liege, what now is my purpose on this barren barren earth"
I wanted to say how I felt about life in general, but I wanted to do it poetically ~
When you live in a world where unrealistic expectations are placed you (Especially by family), you try and try to satisfy only to fail at each time and be burned by harsh criticism. After heaps of years of failure, you start to think to yourself - 'Maybe I am a failure, a broken doll - the world would be better off without me". With no other friend nor kin at your aid in your hour of need, and no kind words to catch your felled spirit - you can only turn desperately to darkness and hope that it too engulfs what little light you hold in your chest, and grant you liberation from eternal suffering - in a world in which you have no place nor right to exist, personality and spirit is denied. What now can my life purpose be? What meaning is there waking up day after day? What is the point of meeting with other people? To me, I feel like I am not me, I'm a only the living image of what people want me to be - a doppelganger created from their expectation and as thus, they see only the husk - the mask and not the person behind it.
Life, hopes and dreams - where do they come from and where are they going? - Kefka Palazzo -
I want the answer, I don't care if its from a human, an animal or god.
Its as the title says, I've had these thoughts brewing in my mind for a while now and decided its time I vent them....in style
I hope I didn't offend anybody - If I did, please accept my humble apologies
A soul whose hands was not graced with talent
A soul whose flesh was not cultured with beauty
A soul whose mind was plagued with turmoil
A soul whose life was unblessth with affection
By grace of Etro, may her gates be opened wide to greet this wandering soul
To cast aside the body and be born anew
Or to lose the heart and to be born renewed
Both in past have had been his wish
if twere only possible in a world so dim
Once an artist, now a blank canvas
Once a musician, now untuned
What was once a dream, now shattered fragments
each unable to recall what they were once before
May the Fayth pray for his release
20 years gone
twice hath he tried to return to the mother
First time fell when the rope did not hold
Second time thwarted when the blood failed to drain
Pray to the father in hopes that he may hear the pain
"On Thrice, O lord Wilt thou grant me a miracle?"
Wilt thou perform me a sending, a hymm of fayth
may this unsent soul traverse the open skies above
Like a bird free of chains and find peace forevermore as a memory
enshrined as a crystal at the edges of the Farplane
His anger relinquished, His sadness heard
His hatred satisfied, His despair dispersed
All in all, a doll was left in the end
of flesh and blood, and no drive to live
His memories fabricated, his flame extinguished
as each day flashes by, he only thinks to himself:
"My Liege, what now is my purpose on this barren barren earth"
I wanted to say how I felt about life in general, but I wanted to do it poetically ~
When you live in a world where unrealistic expectations are placed you (Especially by family), you try and try to satisfy only to fail at each time and be burned by harsh criticism. After heaps of years of failure, you start to think to yourself - 'Maybe I am a failure, a broken doll - the world would be better off without me". With no other friend nor kin at your aid in your hour of need, and no kind words to catch your felled spirit - you can only turn desperately to darkness and hope that it too engulfs what little light you hold in your chest, and grant you liberation from eternal suffering - in a world in which you have no place nor right to exist, personality and spirit is denied. What now can my life purpose be? What meaning is there waking up day after day? What is the point of meeting with other people? To me, I feel like I am not me, I'm a only the living image of what people want me to be - a doppelganger created from their expectation and as thus, they see only the husk - the mask and not the person behind it.
Life, hopes and dreams - where do they come from and where are they going? - Kefka Palazzo -
I want the answer, I don't care if its from a human, an animal or god.